She gathered that he was a gourmet and, as she had spent a lot of time in both countries, they were able to compare notes over different dishes and argue over the merits of the chefs in Paris and in Rome.
“You are too young to be interested in food,” Ina’s companion said, “and I am surprised at your very extensive knowledge of it.”
“My father was very particular about what he ate,” Ina replied. “He said it was important that one should appreciate the food of the country rather than demand eggs and bacon and apple dumplings if one was English or an endless diet of spaghetti if one was Italian.”
Ina’s companion laughed.
“And what sort of food do you prefer?”
“I find Moroccan enjoyable,” Ina replied because she was sure that it would involve an argument.
When dinner was over and they mo
